She’s seven years old, and lives half-a-country away but she sees what I see. They’re all around our world, these Ys that remind us of Yahweh. Her mama wrote to tell me so:
“I told her one day that I learned from you about seeing a Y within our everyday life and how we can always see God with these Y’s and remember how much He loves us and how He creates it all. Now she just loves finding Ys….and pointing them out to me every time. And now I find myself searching for those Ys. … Yesterday was yard clean up and she has a row of Y sticks along our fence.”
The little girl’s name is Nevaeh –Heaven spelled backward. (And Nevaeh is every bit Heaven!) Like my daughters, Nevaeh looks for the Ys all around her. With Soul-Eyes, they see the Ys in the clouds, and in the trees, and in the cracked sidewalks, and in the snow-tracks on the ground. When we see the Y-shaped lines on the palms of our hands, we remember that our names are engraved on His.
We see the Ys for Yahweh in Iowa. Nevaeh sees Ys for Yahweh in Connecticut.
Wherever we go, there Yahweh is also. Someone might call it coincidence or crazy, but we rather think He marks our world with his first initial: Y.
This weekend, may we all have Soul-Eyes like Nevaeh, who sees Yahweh at work all around her.
“If I go up to the heavens, you are there. If I lie down in the deepest parts of the earth, you are also there. Suppose I were to rise with the sun in the east and then cross over to the west where it sinks into the ocean. Your hand would always be there to guide me. Your right hand would still be holding me close.”
— Psalm 139: 8-10
PHOTOS: Nevaeh’s Y sticks, all lined up in Connecticut. Nevaeh is the daughter of Michelle, over at ~Psalm 104:24~ .
RELATED POST: The Y Scar. (The story of where I first began to see Y for Yahweh, after a car accident that left a Y-shaped scar on my left leg.)
While we’re at it, let’s look for Js for Jesus, S for Savior, M for Messiah, K for King of Kings, A for Abba, C for Christ, E for Emmanuel, and on and on …. Oh, the reminders of God’s omnipresence are everywhere, aren’t they?